Day 1: Today I was separated from the world I knew and from my mates, I am alone now and in disposition of the captain.
Day 2: The captain assigned me a very special task, it looks like I am going to be the boat, but I think that by that he means that I am going to be in charge of everything.
Day 3: As soon as I woke up, the captain started to dress me up with my new uniform, it is too colorful for my taste I may say.
Day 4: What is going on? The captain had taken me by surprise and have started to fold me and transfigure me, Ouch! It hurts!
Day 5: I have become a brand new Boat and the captain gave me a new name today.
Day 6: I'm sailing on my first voyage, I am very excited!
Day 7: What's going on? I am sinking and falling apart! Help!
Day 8: This are my last words, sheets of paper were not born to become boats, but I am departing from this world very happy because I'll never forget the smile and happiness I gave to the captain from the very moment he ripped me off of my notebook.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
115 - Sailing journal.
The end.
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